Oh, Canada!

As you may recall, I love winter. And as we get closer and closer to the unbearable heat of summer, I find myself longing for a place where the temperature hovers somewhere below 90F. I find myself longing for Canada.

This may sound random, but it's not. Back before Hubby and I were married, we went on a summer vacation with his family. He and I had the privilege of choosing where we'd go. We sat down together and perused the map. "How about here?" one of us said, and pointed to the Bruce Peninsula, which juts out into the Georgian Bay. There was a national park there, so there would be camping (which was the only acceptable mode of lodging), hiking, and lots to see. And at the tip of the peninsula was a little town, called Tobermory. It all looked perfect.

So off we went to Ontario. I've been to a lot of places in Canada, but from the minute we arrived on the Bruce, I was enchanted. It is absolutely beautiful there. The hiking trails lead right along the edge of a cliff, which is amazing. The scenery everywhere is gorgeous. And then you get to Tobermory, this delightful little town with such personality. A cute little harbor, lots of boats, and shops everywhere like The Sweet Shop. I loved it. Then, on a drive to find a good view of a particular lighthouse, we came across a little motel with a For Sale sign. Future-hubby and I looked at each other. We knew it would be perfect.

We've often discussed that little motel. How great it would be when he retires, to find someplace like that, buy it, live there in the summer. I'm sure it won't be that particular motel, but I'm still holding on to that dream. Especially on days like yesterday when the temperature hits 90 with no relief in sight. Then in the winter we'd come back down to the States (spend the winter in Canada? We might try that, too). It sounds wonderful.

I'm not thinking of changing citizenship or anything, but I do know all the words to Oh Canada. So I'm set.